while his friend might have got the fuck out of dodge, away from the trouble, brian only found himself deeper in it-- especially after his sister died. through a series of unfortunate events, he’s found himself tied up with the wrong people all over again ; ironically, the same people who took his sibling out from beneath his fingers. and while in any other world they would be dead by now, he hasn’t had the luxury of getting the upper hand. instead, he’s been sent out to do their bidding as they please, and now? now they’ve got him on some task that’s so far from home, he wonders who it is and why it’s so fucking important.
it’s a long way from new mexico, and he leaves with gritted teeth and a bitter attitude. one of these days-- somehow-- he’s going to find the perfect opportunity to get the slip, to turn this whole thing around, and to get revenge.
tonight might be that night.
sky clear, stars ever prominent, it seems oddly dark for a place that rarely sees the sun. this place he’s been sent to... fuck, it almost feels like a set up. it’s in bum-fuck nowhere, miles off the grid, and he wonders if maybe this is going to be the night that he bites the dust. pistol pulled from the inside of his jacket, he clutches it tight in his hand, making his way up to the side of the home. brown eyes peer through a window, making out a figure that seems to sit in the living space ; it’s a man, or at least that’s what it looks like from the backside of him, and there’s not much more that brian cares to know. killing has been something he’s used to, something he’s numb about for the most part, but it’s always the fear of the mess or the possible outcome of getting caught that scares him the most.
instructions were clear: make sure he’s is dead, and put a bullet between his eyes.
now, this would be a much easier task if the person in question hadn’t stood up and turned around. jake. they said his name was jake-- and this isn’t jake. gun that was once raised now begins to lower, and his eyes widen upon the realization that this isn’t just some random guy-- this is jesse. he ducks before he can see him, back pressing to the wall of the side of the house, and he begins to way his options. he isn’t the kind of person to turn on those who would be considered his own kind, as far as the drug-world food chain goes-- especially if this person is someone he once considered a friend. but that’s when it all clicks:
this is his opportunity. this is the checkmate.
he fears someone is watching, that someone has followed, and for that, he’ll put on a show. he steps around to the front door, gives it a good few knocks. it’s to his surprise that jesse answers, and when he meets with his gaze, he raises his pistol up to point the barrel at his head. ❝ don’t say shit-- get inside. ❞
brian moves forward, urging the other to step back, and when jesse begins to move backwards, he follows him in. leg raises, boot kicking the bottom of the door to slam it shut behind them, and he cocks the gun. ❝ cover your ears. ❞ it isnt much of a warning before he shifts the weapon slightly, bullet firing past jesse’s head to lodge into the wall of his kitchen. it’s only then that he lowers it, even going as far as to toss it off to the side onto the floor because he’d like to make it clear: he isn’t here to hurt him.
❝ i’m not gonna lie, you really ain’t the person i was expectin’ to see. ❞
